Except for one blatantly abusive bout, I was convinced therapy was doing great things. I was therapy's biggest cheerleader. It wasn't until much later that I realized that therapy was like a New Year's Eve party, convincing me briefly that I was turning an important page, only to discover on Jan 3, that life continues the way it did on December 31. But worse, I drove away friends with my self-absorption, self-pity and obsession with it .

I was very suggestible and joined my therapists in their delusions.